“The night is gone
And I’ve waited all day
The morning is gone
And I’ve waited all night
Hush for a moment
And grant me what I need
the most special moment of timeless Time”
She weaves over clouds blue petals with her good hand
A wait that soon becomes a prison fails to comprehend
All the whispers she never thought to say
Were never enough to brighten Her own day
Lua by now must be failing to understand
That the shiniest moment comes from within
N Ego, quoting Rosa M. Gray
by joel nachio
